booktalesy Chapter 340 The Power of the Collective
Chapter 340 The Power of the Collective
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"Buzz!"
In the blink of an eye, Moen's figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, tearing through the air and closing the distance with a sharp whooshing sound, arriving in front of the ferocious dragon head of "Droma Arnim".
His fist, covered with a strange, almost tangible power, was fired like a cannonball, striking the dragon's jaw with precision and ferocity.
"boom!"
A deafening explosion rang out, accompanied by a sickening metallic creak. The enormous dragon, clad in silver armor, was thrown into the air by the immense force. Its massive body traced a brief arc in the air before crashing headfirst to the ground.
"BOOM!!!"
The ground trembled violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred. The hard stone slabs cracked and sank instantly, forming a shallow pit and stirring up thick, choking dust. The impact was earth-shattering.
"This time, the dragon has truly risen to power."
Moen shook his fist. He had indeed used the power of "Lushan Rising Dragon Fist" to deliver that punch. He wasn't wearing the [Dragon Bronze Cloth], nor was he using magic, but rather "qi". However, he still managed to throw it with a bit of flair.
"Really?!"
Moen's punch was so powerful it startled everyone. Wasn't magic supposed to be completely ineffective? Was this punch something that couldn't be delivered without magic?! Was he even human?!
Of course, the most shocked person was King Faust, who had just gotten up while controlling "Droma Arnim".
"No! No! What kind of ability are you using?! Why isn't the magic remover working?! What's going on?!"
The power of that punch was clearly not something that could be achieved through brute force, and the damage it caused to "Droma Arnim" was greater than expected. That punch was clearly imbued with some kind of power, a power that was completely beyond their comprehension!
"You're not worthy to know. As for your so-called magic immunity armor, it's nothing special."
Moen stood on the ground, looking at "Droma Arnim," and simply smiled contemptuously, responding with a sarcastic remark.
That punch just now allowed Moen to figure out the true strength of this "Dragon Knight." Although he was said to be "magic immune," there were actually limits to it. When the power of magic attack exceeded his defense, this so-called "magic eliminator" would directly become ineffective.
The reason this thing can be invincible in this world is simply because magic is not advanced in this world. The strongest person is only at the level of Erza Knightworth. Even Moen Darkning appeared under his influence.
Moen doesn't deny that Erza is very strong, but when it comes to pure destructive power, Erza is still a bit lacking.
It's likely that Erza Knightworth in this world won't be that destructive. Just listen to the sounds of their battle to know that she's far from causing massive damage.
"boom!!!"
Just as Moen was thinking this, the west wall of the castle suddenly exploded with a deafening bang, sending debris flying like raindrops. Two figures emerged, entangled, their weapons clashing and sparks flying, before landing in the central square.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed two Erzas. Judging from their condition, they were fighting fiercely. Their armor was damaged in many places, their hair was disheveled, their breathing was rapid, and they both looked quite disheveled. However, neither of them seemed to be clearly out of shape, which indicated that their strength was evenly matched.
The two Erzas were completely bewildered by what they saw. Clearly, the two who were engaged in fierce fighting had not realized that a major battle was also taking place outside, and that they had already deployed "forbidden weapons".
Looking at the "Droma Arnim" that was radiating terrifying magical energy, Erza Knightworth's face was filled with shock and fear. She clearly hadn't expected the king to use this thing.
"What is that big thing?"
Erza cautiously took a few steps back, distancing herself from Nightwhale, and came to Moen's side. Her attention was also drawn to the big guy; there was no way around it, the presence of this "Droma Arnim," whose body was surging with magic, was indeed too strong.
"An armored monster immune to magic, ridden by the King of Edolas."
Moen offered a casual explanation, his gaze drifting towards the large hole.
Grandpa Makarov and the other mages also ran out of the big hole. They were all intact, and it was clear that no one had been injured in the battle with the soldiers.
"This is the real nemesis."
Upon seeing Grandpa Makarov, Moen thought to himself that after the old man transformed into a giant, he truly possessed the physical strength of that enormous size, and it wasn't just an illusion. If the old man were to transform directly into a giant, he might actually be able to smash this "Dragon Knight" to pieces with each punch.
This so-called "forbidden weapon," since it's not a conceptual weapon and has an upper limit, is really nothing in front of them.
Moen believed that at least three people present were capable of defeating it, referring, of course, to the three of them, Dole and his grandson.
However, Moen did not want the old man to take action directly, and he himself did not intend to take action. After seeing through the true nature of "Droma Arnim", he was relieved and wanted to use it as a whetstone for his companions.
With him, Grandpa Makarov, and Laxus by their side, they can protect their companions' safety to the greatest extent possible, and step in to clean up the mess if the others really can't handle it.
"Alright, alright, everyone's here. Let's take care of you all!"
King Faust clearly had no idea what Moen was thinking. Although he had just taken a punch, he did not hold back at all. Although he was surprised by the power of Moen's punch, he did not think he would lose. He simply thought that he had been careless and had not dodged.
The magical energy surging around "Droma Arnim" surged, and a long fist blade appeared on each of its arms. This steel monster charged towards the group, and with a swing of the long fist blades on its arms, it unleashed terrifying waves of magical energy.
"Buzz!"
Moen stood still, his expression calm. With a casual wave of his hand, a crystal wall, sparkling with starlight, instantly solidified, firmly blocking the violent attack. The light wave struck the crystal wall, creating ripples and tiny fragments of light, and "Droma Arnim" was deflected.
"This is the last time. Get ready. This guy is yours to deal with. He's not as strong as you think. Use your full strength; that magic remover won't stop you!"
After blocking the attack from "Droma Arnim", Moen spoke to his companions behind him, saying that these children should be given opportunities to learn. He couldn't always be there to protect each of them, and there were very few opportunities like this where the three of them, Dole and his grandson, could stand together to protect them.
"ah?!"
"Are we going to rely on ourselves alone?!"
Moen's words caused a stir and surprise among the crowd. Some people asked questions with a lack of confidence, as if they were somewhat insecure.
But for some, a fierce fighting spirit was instantly ignited!
"That's perfect! Watch me beat him to a pulp!"
Natsu was the first to respond, his hair practically burning with excitement, eager to face the monster alone.
Natsu's body burst into flames with a "boom," and he charged forward like a burning meteor, wielding his fist that was engulfed in flames. As he unleashed his "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist," accompanied by a scorching shockwave and blinding light, he was already envisioning himself shattering "Droma Arnim" with a single punch.
"boom!"
"Droma Arnim" reacted quickly, raising his hand to block. The huge fist-shaped arm guard gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster, blocking Natsu's fiery fist and exploding into a dazzling burst of sparks.
The massive silver-armored dragon remained motionless. Then, with a sudden burst of power, it swung its arm and flung Natsu away like a fly.
"Too weak! It's like being bitten by a mosquito!"
King Faust laughed heartily, his laughter filled with contempt.
He thought to himself, "That's how it should be! These mages' attacks should have no effect on Droma Arnim! That was definitely an accident!"
"It had absolutely no effect?!"
Natsu's punch had such an effect that everyone was stunned. It turned out that it wasn't that "Droma Anim" was too weak, but rather that Moen's strength was too abnormal!
At this moment, Moen had already quietly retreated to the back, and casually stretched out his arm to stop Laxus, who was about to step forward to fight, so that he would retreat with him.
"What are you doing?! You don't actually think these pieces of trash can take down this guy, do you?!"
Pulled back by Moen, Laxus stopped, frowned, and looked at Moen with an incredulous expression, his tone full of disdain and doubt, as if questioning whether Moen was serious.
"Why is it impossible? We must believe in them. The Fairy Tail crew is masters at turning the impossible into the possible."
Moen wore a calm smile and spoke with certainty. Of course, he only said it that way; he wasn't really sure he could actually let go and leave.
But when it comes to bragging, he'll brag as much as he can, because even if he fails, he can personally cover for him.
"Huh? I'd like to see what they're going to do!"
Laxus scoffed, crossed his arms, and adopted a spectator's stance, completely disbelieving that these trash could defeat "Droma Arnim".
Natsu's attacks were completely ineffective, and most of these people were even weaker than Natsu. Even if there were many of them, what good would it do? Can a lot of ants kill an elephant?
"Do you want to use this to train them?"
Makarov led his men to the two brothers. He understood Moen's idea, as did Guild Master Bob and Goldman. Therefore, neither of them intervened, but instead had the guild members go up to help.
Since Moen has said that "Droma Arnim" is not completely immune to magic, but has a limit to what it can withstand, then the other mages who are only good at magic can also help. Let's all go together and unleash a magical bombardment!
"Everyone! Attack together! Overwhelm it with magic!"
Someone shouted, and in an instant, the oppressive atmosphere was broken, and the ignited fighting spirit erupted like a volcano!
In an instant, dazzling magical light illuminated the entire square.
All sorts of magic—fiery fireballs, piercing ice spikes, dazzling lightning, howling wind blades, heavy rocks, and binding vines—bombarded "Droma Arnim" like a raging storm and a tsunami!
The dense explosions rang out in one continuous, deafening roar, forcing the "Dragon Knight" to retreat repeatedly. Its massive body swayed precariously in the magical storm, unable to lift its head. The mech was covered in colorful bursts of light and shockwaves from various magical explosions, with thick smoke and elemental turbulence swirling around it.
However, the continuous explosions that detonated on the sturdy armor did not harm the "Droma Arnim" itself. The constant magical impact was like surging waves crashing against rocks, only hindering its movement and making it unable to move an inch.
The support mages also went all out, chanting spells to buff Natsu, Gajeel, Elfman, Joy, Pakas, and others who were at the forefront with various buffs such as increased power, increased speed, and enhanced defense.
Multicolored buffs shone on them, enhancing their strength in every way, making them even more ferocious as they relentlessly attacked the mech with a series of clanging blows.
"This is the power of the collective!"
Makarov's beard trembled with excitement. He was deeply moved by the sight of such unity and solidarity, of the mages from the three guilds working side by side to face a powerful enemy. It was a moment that filled him with immense pride and excitement!
"When we were young, it was a group of us fighting together. Now that we're older, it's the youngsters' turn to team up against the enemy."
Goldman looked gently at the young figure fighting ahead, adjusted his glasses, and spoke with considerable emotion.
Bob nodded repeatedly, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the other side, his brows furrowing slightly, and a hint of worry in his eyes.
"What about over there? Aren't they going to do anything about it?"
Bob asked, referring to Erza's side. On the other side of the plaza, the two Erzas were not involved in the main battle. They were still engaged in a fierce and focused battle, with the sounds of weapons clashing constantly, determined to determine a winner.
"Erza will win."
Moen was also watching the battle over there. He had confidence in Erza; the "Fairy Queen" would never be defeated by the "Fairy Hunter."
Erza Knightworth was holding a long spear, and surprisingly, she was able to fight Erza to a standstill, which initially surprised Moen.
But Mistgang explained that the "Ten Commandments Gun" in Erza Knightworth's hands is the culmination of magical artifacts in this world, painstakingly crafted by a legendary artisan. It is unique and can never be replicated, so it is not surprising that it has such power.
Moen immediately thought that if he could take the "Ten Commandments Gun" and give it to Erza, wouldn't that be like adding wings to a tiger?
It must be said that Erza Knightworth is indeed very strong. She can make such a good use of the "Ten Commandments Spear" with her body which has no magic power. There is no reason why Erza cannot do it. Erza is proficient in using various weapons, and a spear is naturally no problem for her.
"boom!!!"
Moen had only been chatting for a few minutes when "Droma Arnim," which had been relentlessly bombarded, finally couldn't take it anymore. King Faust roared and piloted "Droma Arnim" directly into the sky, after which magic surged wildly from the mecha.
"Dragon Rider Spread Cannon!"
A flash of red light appeared in "Droma Arnim's" eyes, and countless terrifying magical cannonballs rained down, like a rain of cannons falling from the sky, directly covering the entire central square. Even Moen and his group, as well as the two Erzas who were fighting, were affected.
"Enough! You insects! Die!"
King Faust roared, he could no longer tolerate it. These creatures were swarming around him like insects, and even if he was kicked away, they would immediately pounce on him again. Those that were far away kept harassing him with magic, which annoyed him to no end.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The "Dragon Rider Spread Cannon" slammed into the ground, continuously emitting deafening explosions.
Each explosion sent up waves of mud and debris several meters high, and the powerful shockwaves swept across the area like invisible giant hammers. The entire central square was instantly engulfed in smoke and dust, and not a single person could be seen. Only screams could be heard.
This made King Faust laugh triumphantly, his laughter sounding particularly jarring and maniacal amidst the echoes of the explosion. He'd finally taught these guys a lesson! Finally, it was his turn to unleash his power!
As the smoke cleared, a number of mages were indeed killed, but only those at the very front were hit by the blast. The others were protected by Moen. It wasn't that he couldn't protect those in front; he deliberately left them out. Anyway, those guys were thick-skinned and tough, and this kind of firepower couldn't kill them. Let them deal with it themselves.
The scream that came from the girl was from Erza Knightworth.
She was clearly not within Moen's protection, and King Faust did not avoid her location. A large, charred crater had been blasted into the spot where she stood, and she herself was kneeling somewhat disheveled at the edge of the crater, the weapon she had been holding tightly in her hand gone.
"Damn it! Give me back the Ten Commandments gun!"
Erza Knightworth's face was covered in dust, her eyes burning with humiliation and rage as she glared at Moen not far away. The "anti-dry gun" that should have been in her hands was now in Moen's hands, having been snatched away when she was just bombed.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Erza Knightworth was only focused on saving her own life. She didn't even realize that Sixth Brother had so precisely seized her "Ten Commandments Gun" under the cover of the explosion!
"Damn it!!!"
Erza Knightworth stared at her empty hands and let out a desperate and furious scream that echoed across the square, filled with resentment.
Erza's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't take the opportunity to attack. Instead, she put away her weapon, her red hair fluttering in the smoke. Her eyes were calm and firm. She would win fairly and wouldn't take advantage of Erza Knightworth.